Ankyra Sound On the horizon, out on the edge of the world

Of course he would defy her. Not only was she being willfully entitled, as was her wont, and therefore deserved to be defied, but she believed him to be utterly loyal to the cliff wolves and not herself, so she took his every action personally. Just as she had taken Chusi's defiance personally. Just as she had taken Arrille's cowardice and subsequent disappearing act personally. It was what she did.
Still, wrong though she may be, "it wasn't a suggestion." She peeled back her lips and snarled full-bodied at him, bristling and bolstered by a variety of things—his significant age, her own condition, the bracing scent of the sea, and her belief that she had more allies here than he did. Within the strand, Kierkegaard was a ghost among wolves, and she felt confident—perhaps wrongly so—that her brothers and Mahler would stand with her. "If you don't like it, you know where the door is. My word is final. It's your problem for not asking first. You're lucky I even let them be born."